Does SheDoesnt She?
Does She or Doesn”t She?
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Does She or Doesn”t She?
Did she say what I think she said? She loves me? Is this real or something said in the heat of the moment? I mean we have been together for a few months now if our time over the phone is to be included, which I would think it should. I haven’t been with anyone else since she and I started talking online. Call me crazy, but I knew she was different from that first conversation we had. Catching feelings for her wasn’t a choice for me. Everything she did, everything she said, called to me from a depth within that I couldn’t fight.
I was captivated. Obsessed. Leaving my home to open up my second restaurant was the most difficult thing I’d ever done, and I was lonely. That’s why I decided to try online dating. How lucky for me that I only had to suffer through two dates before Haedyn came across my feed.
Then when I physically laid eyes on her, I knew I was done for. Deceased. She owned me, heart and soul. Of course, I couldn’t tell her that. She’d think I was crazy. A psycho. Seeing her getting all flustered after she tried to hide from me was just the icing on the cake because if she wasn’t already feeling something for me, she wouldn’t have cared so much about my opinion of her side job. Honestly, that’s probably what made me chase her. She wasn’t running from me to actually escape me. She was just nervous about the potential of losing me, and that made a world of difference.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I love this woman. She’s it for me. I’ve known that; I’ve just been waiting for her to catch up. How completely her that she figured it out in a dusty old tack room when I’m about to worship her body. I’m not about to let her forget that she said it here, either.
“You want to say that again, little brat?” I encourage, unable to hide the grin on my face.
“Not particularly, no. I didn’t mean to say it the first time.” It amazes me that even when she’s not trying, she still has that damn attitude. Letting out a small chuckle, I use my pointer finger to tilt her head up toward me, making her look into my eyes.
“If you feel it, then say it. There’s nothing to fear from me. You know that.” I always want to be her safe place. Her home. She deserves rest after what she’s been through. So strong through it all, never faltering in taking care of herself, but I’m here now. I’ll make sure she always has someone in her corner for as long as she lets me.
She looks like she wants to bolt on me, hide from the feelings whirring within her. What the hell has this woman been through to make her fear a genuine connection this badly? It doesn’t matter. Now that I know she does have actual feelings for me, I’m going to make sure she never has a reason to doubt where my heart is. She’ll never feel inadequate or unimportant in my presence. I just need her to accept her feelings without trying to convince herself that she doesn’t deserve this happiness with me.
I press into her to keep her anchored to me. I’m not letting her run away again. I’ve learned that she runs when she’s scared. Too fucking bad. She’s going to feel everything right here with me. Running my hands over her middle beneath her shirt, I can feel the goosebumps sprouting. Using my tongue, I split her lips to let myself inside her mouth, devouring her like she’s my last meal. What a delectable one she would be, too.
All of her curves feed the beast within that wants to tear her apart. He wants to chew her up and never spit her out. Instead, he’ll savor every taste she’s willing to give. There’s some animalistic sense of ownership when someone gives themselves freely to you. Especially someone like Haedyn. She’s so damned stubborn and independent that when she chooses to let you in, you know you have something special. She’s giving you something that most will never see. Her heart. Her vulnerability. It’s beautiful to experience, and I’m grateful that I can be that person for her.
“I’m feeling too much, and you heard me the first time. You’re just being an ass.” She tries a feeble attempt at smacking me, but I catch her wrist before she can make contact. It makes me grin seeing how pissed off it makes her. What a pistol she is when she’s mad. I fucking love it.
“On the contrary, little brat. I just selfishly want to hear it again because it sounded so beautiful coming out of your mouth.” I lean down and lick her from the bottom of her neck to the bottom of her chin, intoxicating myself on her salty taste. Our afternoon in the sun amplifies her flavor, and it only hardens me further. A woman that can let herself get dirty without worry is sexy as hell.
I’ve been missing having my hands on her since everything happened with that dickhead, Brad, but I would never dream of rushing her. She needs time to heal, to process everything. I don’t want to move forward with her until she’s absolutely ready, but I also know that some people can use BDSM to jump start their healing. The option to give up their control is liberating to some, and I picked up Haedyn’s submissive side the first time we messed around on video chat months ago. The desire to willingly give herself over to someone she can trust to take care of her. Mind and body. Revive her confidence. I won’t let her fall through the cracks. I’ll bring her back to herself.
“I can’t make you say it, but I will do what I can to make you keep feeling it until you’re ready to give me those beautiful words again.” Her eyes go teary for a split-second before she shakes it away. Forever masking what she believes to be her weaknesses. What she doesn’t realize is that I plan to make us stronger together. Build us up to where no one can touch us.
I worship her with my lips, teeth, and tongue over her entire face and neck. Every part of her that I can reach without relinquishing my hold on her. I don’t want to give her the chance to bail on me. She needs to feel what I’m doing to her. For her. With her. Her chest rises in broken inhalations letting me know that she’s taking it all in. She’s feeling it all. Just as she should.
Bringing my hands to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a simple tug, she doesn’t move to stop me, though her sharp inhale makes me pause briefly. When I look to her doe eyes, it’s not hesitation that greets me. It’s desire. Lust. She wants this. Maybe even needs it. Needs…me. My tongue cleanses my bottom lip, and her eyes track the movement.
“Tell me you want this, Haedyn. Tell me not to stop.” I only put enough space between us to not completely crowd her space so that she can properly decide. There’s no uncertainty in her eyes when she fists my shirt, pulls me into her, and demands, “don’t you dare stop. Not until I’m screaming for you to.”
Have I died and gone to heaven? Can I stay here forever? Because that’s definitely the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. She won’t have to tell me twice.
Time seems to resume as I rip her jeans and panties down in one fell swoop only to be cock blocked by her damn boots. Fuck it. I’m not stopping to take them off. Making a split-second decision to get inside her as soon as possible, I turn her around and pull her ass flush to my hips, my erection digging into her behind.
The nervous whimper that escapes from her lips as she turns to look back at me makes me realize that she thinks I’m going to take her ass. A devious smile tilts one side of my mouth upward. “Don’t worry. I won’t take you here until I’ve prepped you thoroughly, though I can’t say it isn’t tempting.” I run my hand down her crack before releasing a glorious smack to her right ass cheek. The skin pinkens so deliciously that I can’t stop myself from leaning down to bite my own mark.
Feeling particularly dirty, my tongue finds a mind of its own, parking itself between her cheeks to her rose puckered hole, licking the rim all the way around. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Holy fuck.”
“If He was going to bless any kind of fucking, I doubt it’d be what I’m about to do to you, little brat. Keep calling for Him though. Maybe He’ll have mercy on you where I don’t.” I use one hand to spread her cheeks to make room for my spit that’ll be used to lube her up, planning to prep her nicely before I take her ass in the near future. My finger will do for now, though.
Her hips jolt forward a bit with the pressure on her hole, but I put one hand on her shoulder to still her long enough to ask, “do you want me to stop?” She shakes her head vehemently, but that’s not going to work. “I need your words, beautiful. Just to be sure we understand each other.” She drops her head slightly before whimpering a soft, “no. Don’t stop.”
That’s all the reassurance I need to push past the initial resistance her body gives me, then halt my advance to let her adjust to the sensation of me in her forbidden place. Loud pants are the only thing I can hear from her. Is she panicking? Quickly I tell her, “this is at your pace. When you’re ready for me to move, push back onto my finger. I don’t want to push you too far too quickly.”
Immediately she urges her hips back, and I can’t stop the grin on my face from forming. My little brat likes ass play, huh? Easing a second finger inside her, she lets out an animalistic groan, throwing her head back in passion. God, she looks exquisite. Reaching into my back pocket, I bring my phone up to snap a quick photo for my own selfish use later. I’ll make sure she’s fine with it after we’re done here. Truth be told, I have tons of photos of her in the throes of ecstasy from our video chat dates. Of course, that was before all of this happened. Things are different now, and her feelings may have changed. Even though I would call myself her boyfriend, I still refuse to take liberties from her that she doesn’t explicitly give. If it’s control that she needs, I’ll give it all to her.
She’s riding the hell out of my hand, and my cock can’t take the strain any longer. I need to be inside her. Now. “You ready for me? I don’t know how long I’ll last after seeing you like this, but I’ll make it up to you later, okay?”
An answering moan is all I get in response, so I position myself at her entrance and coat myself with her arousal. There’s no time for another warning before I’m gliding all the way home. The constriction around my dick is enough to make me feel like I’m about to blow. The sensation is too strong to thrust immediately. Now I’m the one who’s panting as if I’ve just run a marathon. Her body was fucking made for me; I can’t be convinced otherwise. She’s perfect.
Apparently, Haedyn is feeling a little impatient as she starts moving me in and out on her own, pushing and pulling to give herself the friction she needs. With one hand still occupied with her ass, I wrap her hair around the other and push her front closer to the ground for better leverage. Pulling her back into me is like coming home. There’s no resistance in our motions. She’s drenching my crotch, and I’m living for it. “You’re so perfect, Haedyn. I would spend the rest of my days soaked in your cum and die a happy man. You’re soaking me, little brat. I fucking love it,” I choke out between thrusts.
She begins to clench around both my fingers and my shaft letting me know she’s close as if her hooded lids and splotched red neck isn’t enough of a tell. I use her hair to plaster her back to my front, whispering in her ear, “It’s okay, go ahead and come for me. I’m ready to fill you up.”
Releasing her hair, I grip her hip instead and take her as deep as I can, knocking against that special spot inside that drives her wild. She loses all semblance of control as she shatters around me, screaming in pure bliss. Her orgasms are a display of the world’s finest art. There are no holds barred. Nothing could take her away from this perfect moment where she has no worries, no fears, no stress. She’s utterly…free. Witnessing her like this is a gift that I will carry with me always, and I will do my best to give it to her whenever she will allow me. The fact that I’m the one making her feel this way is surreal. Especially after everything she’s been through. Everything we have been through.
Letting her ride out her aftershocks, I slowly pump my hips without actually retreating from her body. When she settles slightly, I go ahead and remove my fingers, allowing her the room to fully stand up against me.
“Now it’s my turn. Can you hold on for it? I promise I’ll make it fast.” She turns her head to kiss me, licking my lips in her retreat. “Take all the time you need. Use me.”
Goddamn. I’m going to bust from that statement alone. Using her body just as she suggested, the grip on her hips tightens to a bruising level, but my perfect little brat doesn’t complain. She takes all I’m giving her in stride, even pushing back on me like she still has yet to get enough of me. Watching her take me so well is the most intense high I’ve ever felt. Throwing my own head back in passion, I let the blissful wave of us pull me under to drown. “I’m going to come, so if you want another one, you better get there. Now, Haedyn. I’m not going to last.”
She uses her own fingers to assault her clit, making herself come just before I unleash all that I was holding back, making sure she finished before me. My limbs feel like jello. The blood flow returning to my proper head dizzies me. Everything feels tighter than it should be, yet also relaxed beyond belief as I come down from my ecstasy. If this is what forever with her will feel like, sign me the fuck up.